Loz (lozenger8) wrote,

The Law of Retaliation

Title: The Law of Retaliation
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: PG
Word Count: 740 words.
Notes: Sam/Annie, written for the senses challenge, the comfort challenge and the fear challenge over at 1973flashfic.
Summary: She knows she shouldn’t love him. He’s always suggesting nothing’s real, in a calm matter-of-fact tone no one should ever affect.

She knows she shouldn’t love him. He’s always suggesting nothing’s real, in a calm matter-of-fact tone no one should ever affect --- and sometimes, when she stares into his dark, expressive eyes, she sees madness there. But he is a comfort, after a long day of watching endless conversations, arguments, and emotional appeals. He holds her hand, or sits by her side, and the feel of him is warm and comforting, like nothing she’s ever had before.

He’s not like the others. He listens. He doesn’t interrupt. He respects her. He tells her she can be so much more than she is. No one else has ever believed in her this way. She cannot imagine a time where she would wish to be without him, without his influence.

So she knows that when the time comes, she has to rescue him --- as he has rescued her. She cannot let anyone take him from her.

She readies herself, plans appropriately, she’s no fool. She knows that to do this alone she’s got to be quick-witted and resourceful. She’s just a girl, she can’t be strong. But she can be smart, and smart she is, before long everything is set up in her favour.

When the door opens she’s holding her captive by the hair, wrenching the head back until the neck looks fit to snap. It’s amazing what a little bit of leverage can do. She snarls at the man at the door, at his terror and his pleas.

“Please don’t hurt her, let her go,” he says, waving his hands around like he’s having a fit. It makes her laugh to see it.

She sings her terms, sweetly. “My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea, my Bonnie lies over the ocean, oh bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.”

“Annie,” he says, still flailing, “you’re going to be alright. I promise you.”

“What have you done with him?” she asks now, voice turning cruel. “You need to learn that when you take something that doesn’t belong to you, something you love gets taken in return.”

He’s close to crying now, eyes wide and panicked. There hasn’t been a peep from the one she’s caught fast. Not a sob or a tear. No signs of a struggle.

“He’s in the skip outside, that’s all. It’s collection day tomorrow, he hasn’t gone anywhere. I’ll get him, but promise me, you need to promise me that you won’t hurt her.”

“Last night as I slept on my pillow, last night as I slept on my bed, last night as I slept on my pillow, I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead,” she sings in reply.

He baulks, turns on his heel, runs. She pets her captive’s head as she waits. It’s terribly dreary, waiting. She shouldn’t have to wait so long. She wonders whether she shouldn’t exact more revenge. The neck before her looks thin enough to slice. But no, then she may never see him again, she might continue to spend her nights alone --- she can’t be alone forever, she can’t go another day without his serene smile, his eyes that glitter like diamonds, his jaunty little hat.

He returns, holding her one true love before him like a cross to ward off bad spirits. She smiles, releases the woman who was so boringly stoic in the face of adversity, runs to collect him. There are no words for the joy she feels as his material roughed hand is clasped once more in hers.

“I missed you,” she says, stroking Bubbles fondly. “I missed you ever so much.” She listens to his reply with keen interest. “An adventure, really? You want to thank Sam?”

She looks at Sam as he cradles her former captive. The one he called Annie. The one he loves almost as much as she loves Bubbles. It sickens her to see them comforting one another, content in their freedom. But she is so small, and he is so big, he took Bubbles before, he could do it again.

“He’s had thanks enough. Now, come, you must tell me all about your fun and games.”

She knows she shouldn't love him, but she does --- she would do anything on heaven, hell or earth to prove it. And she smiles to herself with a song in her heart, because she knows he feels the same.

Tags: life on mars, writing

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